Twist was that chick you met last summer. You know, the one wearing the tankini that was a size too small in the top? Yeah. You know you wanted her for her body. Oh well. Too bad for you!
She's also that normal-looking chubby chick in high school who would open her mouth and spout strange and slightly exotic and erotic things.
She’s going deaf in her left ear.
She's studied five languages (including one dead one), and has spoken in tounges on occasion.
She is older than Sister but younger than the Pink Headed Troll, but not by much.
Twist hates it when people don't bother editing their fic, and she foams at the mouth when people use netspeak. She's been on the internet since AOL version 1.0, and has seen all sorts of snerts come and go.
She likes crackers and long walks with a bitch.
She's the dated biddy who came up with the Twisted Sister reference. She is a great fan of most anything 80s, except Ronald Regan and conspicuous consumption.
She is a grateful recovering alcoholic and a faithful churchgoer.
